Not only the passion in science but also in life.
However, photography is a one way journey endless and long;
as if committing suicide slowly, but painless and full of joy.
everyday the following years until u breathe out the last air.
my hands are full of pieces
my heart is like a broken mirror
reflecting the fact and chosen past
twisting and burning
I could not hold
but only let the pieces drop
shattered onto the filthy ground